Prologue

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  A few thousands of years ago, in a far off, unknown village, circled by a series of evergreens, a child was born. He was named Zen, and he was a normal, healthy child, except there was just one unusual thing about him...For his hair, from the moment he was brought into the world, was white.

Zen came to be known as the 'old infant' in his town, because of his silver head, but other than that measly fact, he was loved and cherished by all the villagers just like all the other children running about.

 He grew and grew until he was old enough to run a farm on his own, until he was old enough to marry. His wife was a wealthy young woman, and by her, he had twelve children, all of which inherited his sterling, pearl-like hair.

As his life continued on, the lives of the ones around him began to end, and one by one, the villagers started to pass away. He watched his parents breathe their last breaths. He himself buried his wife a decade later. And, as his children moved on and scattered across the globe, going wherever their hearts took them, he stood, one day, completely alone in the very village he had aged in.

And as he took in the vacant homes, that once belonged to people he had known a hundred or so years ago, Zen realized something. 

He realized, that unlike the rest of the world, he, as a human being, was not dying.

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